Poem by Vachel Lindsay

To Reformers in Despair

’Tis not too late to build our young land right, 
Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan, 
Devout like early Rome, with hearths like hers, 
Hearths that will recreate the breed called man.

1. Upon Returning to the Country Road
2. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
3. The Haughty Snail-King
4. The Spice-Tree
5. The Master of the Dance

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